Baran had been thinkin about it since she caught Dr. Abbot and Dr. Mohan in the supply closet that morning.
Thoughts that raised valid institutional concerns.
She found Trinity at the end of the north hallway and planted herself squarely in the woman's path.
"Can I ask you something?"
Trinity stopped. Tilted her head. "You're already asking."
"Why," Baran said, "is every attending in this department sleeping with a resident?"
Trinity looked delighted, like she found this extremely entertaining.
"Robby and Whitaker," Baran continued, because she had prepared points and she was going to make them. "Ellis and King. Abbot and Mohan. That's not a pattern, that's a—"
"Epidemic?" Trinity offered.
"I was going to say problem."
Trinity smiled. She took exactly one step closer, which was one step more than was strictly necessary.
"Why, do you want one for yourself, Dr. Al-Hashimi?"
Baran's prepared remarks evaporated completely.
"That's—" she started. "This is not—" she tried again. "I came here to raise a legitimate—"
Trinity was still smiling, watching her go absolutely nowhere with obvious pleasure.
Baran turned around and left. Walking in a direction she chose entirely based on it being away.
"My door's always open, boss," Trinity called after her.
It didn't sound professional at all.
